Fifty-Seven Cardinals

[modern_truths]

Oh my God. No, no, no. This cannot be...!

...I am in need of medical attention.

((BOY, THAT WAS SOOOOOOOME NIGHT. Strikes are private, unhackable.))

Comments

[crete_goddess]

Ichabod..? What on earth happened, are you all right??

[modern_truths]

An unfortunate repercussion of yesterday's curse.

[crete_goddess]

Are you all right? How badly are you injured?

[modern_truths]

Most of the bones in my face are broken. Other than that, relatively fine.

[crete_goddess]

Wh--! Is someone taking you to hospital?!

[modern_truths]

Not at the present. Two have gone to send for a doctor.

[crete_goddess]

Gods--I'm coming over.

For heaven's sake, what happened?

[modern_truths]

N-no, it's fine. Please, I wouldn't want to trouble you even further, and do you not have a party to attend today? I do not want to be an unnecessary burden.

[crete_goddess]

I'll have none of that, Ichabod, you're no burden. It would trouble me more to sit at home, and -worry-.

[modern_truths]

Please, it's really alright. You don't have to...

[crete_goddess]

I want to. You worry me. I want to make sure you'll be all right.

[modern_truths]

If I can use the Network, then I am fine. I'll make my way to the hospital now, as no doctor has yet to come.

[crete_goddess]

...Tch.

I'm going to come see you at hospital--you can't keep me from -that-, Ichabod Crane.

[modern_truths]

...Very well.

[crete_goddess]

It's only because I care, dear.